by C. A. Harms
Chapter Twelve
LIZ
The ride home was torturous. There was something about seeing Ben in a bar, other girls appreciating the sight of him and I knowing his eyes remained solely on me. He watched me when we played pool, watched me when I danced with Khloe and her friend Shauna. He made me feel beautiful and I knew he found me attractive, he made that very clear. Yet tonight he was there, watching me, and only me.
I loved that feeling.
The moment he pulled into his parking spot and placed his truck into park, I moved. I unbuckled my seatbelt, moved across the cab and crawled into his lap. The look of surprise on his face excited me more. “Tonight, I’ve thought of your hands on me more times than I can count,” I confessed.
I wanted to be honest with him like he was me. It was all still so new to me though, feeling this free with one person. It made my heart race with the idea that he’d reject me and I’d be left humiliated. My defenses were always up, it was just who I was. It was my way of reassuring I would never get hurt or feel vulnerable.
I find myself always fighting to keep myself from giving him too much. I was reminding myself of the possibilities of him breaking my heart. It was a struggle to remain distant each time I saw him.
This, right here, was me letting go, hoping that in the end my heart still remained intact.
“I’ve lived our night together over and over,” I whisper near his ear just before I trailed kisses over his jaw. “Remembering each kiss, feeling each rush of pleasure as if it’s happening all over again.”
“Me too,” Ben confesses and suddenly I feel so powerful, “I want to feel it again. I need to.”
I could feel him growing hard beneath me as I shifted my hips forward on his lap, rubbing myself against his erection. A deep moan escapes him and he grips my hips tight pushing upward.
The windows were beginning to fog, but it was late and dark, so I continued on. I wanted him so needy and desperate for me. I guess it was my way of keeping myself grounded.
I reached down and lift the hem of his t-shirt just enough to expose his abs. Ben was fit, and his body had turned me on from the beginning, so much. He was thick and built to perfection, but not too bulky. The muscles of his chest and abs contoured the shirts he wore and made it hard for a woman to think straight. He knew he made it hard for me to concentrate, it was part of his cocky charm I found I truly enjoyed.
I move my fingers along his waist feeling his muscles tense beneath my fingers as I work the button of his jeans free. I look up to find that he too is focused on my fingers, his breathing labored.
I slowly begin to lower his zipper, seeing the red material of his boxers beneath. I lean forward, claim his mouth as I rise up just enough to slide my hand beneath the red fabric. The moment my fingers wrap around his cock, I swallow the groan he releases.
The tight grip he has on my waist confirms his excitement and the intensity he’s feeling.
He felt like steel beneath my palm as I slowly glide my hand over him.
“Liz,” my name falls from his lips and I smile. “Let’s go inside,” he says, practically begging. “I wanna be inside you, but not in the cab of my truck. Not where anyone can see.”
“It’s dark,” I tell me, “no one is awake.”
I fist him tighter and continue to stroke him, gliding my thumb over the tip feeling it’s slickness. When I lift my hand and place my finger to my lips to taste his salty pre-cum, he sags against the seat looking almost lost.
“You really wanna do this in my truck?” He asks.
“Don’t know if I can wait,” I tell him as I start to unbutton my own pants and lower my zipper. “I’ve thought of this since the first kiss you gave me after I entered the bar.” The way he watched me as if he was completely mesmerized by my every move, triggered an excitement inside of me I have never felt before. I moved off of him, lowering my pants to the floor, taking my panties with them.
As I moved back over his lap, I noticed he too lowered his own pants further, and now held a condom in his hand. When he sees me looking at him with a smile, I hope it portrays my feelings. Because at that moment I’m thinking ‘see you can't wait either, obviously’.
With a deep chuckle he confirms he understands. “Seeing you like this, there is no way I’m making it to my front door without tackling you to the front lawn. I think the truck is the best bet.” He tears at the foiled paper with his teeth and carefully places the condom over him. “Plus I’d give you whatever you wanted, even if we take a chance of being arrested for sex in public.”
“So sweet,” I say as I move in closer and feel him against me. “Willing to go to jail for me.” I add just as I lift myself and hover over him.
“Willing to do anything for you,” he confesses and I feel my chest tighten with his words.
The moment I began to lower myself over his cock, his head falls back and I watch his face as he takes it all in. His mouth gapes open just enough for a hiss of pleasure to escape just before his thighs tense beneath me. “Damn,” he moans once he is fully seated and I take a moment to relish in the fullness he provides.
God I missed him. Missed the way we were together, that connection I felt with him and only him.
Then I begin to move, slow torturous movements, pulling upward before sinking back onto him, feeling each and every twitch of him inside me.
“You feel so good,” he praises as he too shifts his hips upward to meet me. “So perfect,” he adds gripping my hips tighter and quickening his movements. “Fucking good,” Ben’s words sound more like a growl.
With the two of us moving together as one, our bodies creating the perfect rhythm, I felt my body react to his swift and precise strokes. The curl and swivel of his pelvis made it impossible not to feel myself building.
“Right there,” he whispers, “that’s the spot.”
I was well aware of his cockiness, but he had every right to be proud. The man knew right where to go and just how to trigger the most intense orgasm within me. He did it that night we were together over and over, and here he was doing it again.
“Let me feel it, Liz,” he insists. “Give me what we both need baby.”
Then I did, I give it over to him. My hands going to the headrest as I arched my back and he continued to drive into me.
“Yes,” I scream. I should be concerned someone will hear me but at that point I was so lost to what Ben was doing to me that nothing else matter.
“Damn,” Ben moans driving into me hard and fast. When his body tenses and he holds himself inside of me deep, I feel him explode as his cock tenses. I too was still feeling the aftershocks of my own release as he held my waist tight refuses to let me escape.
As if I was going anywhere. All I could think was I need to do this all over again.
***
The sound of my phone beeping wakes me as I roll to my side and see Ben close. He lay on his stomach, his arms up toward his head and disappearing under the pillow beneath him. The muscles of his shoulders and arms, flexed and prominent in this position. Ignoring the fact that I had an awaiting text message I took the chance to watch Ben instead.
The deep intakes of breath, just before a small snore escaped him, made me smile. He appeared so relaxed.
I could see myself falling for Ben without the ability to control it. Falling meant the chance of being hurt was a definite.
“Good morning,” my gaze shifts toward the husky tone.A set of deep brown eyes stare back at me and for a moment I was lost. They were more of a golden brown, such a unique color and they were gorgeous. “How did you sleep?” He asks as he places his hand on my side and slides it around my waist.
“I slept well,” I told him realizing I was still staring at him lost in his eyes. “Once you allowed me to that is.”
“Me,” he says with a chuckle, “who was the one that insist we go at it in the car?”
I close my eyes thinking back to that very thing and can immediately feel my cheek heat with the m
emories. “Are you complaining?” I asked finally opening my eyes and looking back at him. “You didn’t sound as if you minded once we got started.”
Ben gripped my hip and pulled my body inward, flush to his. “I’m not complaining,” he whispers once his lips are within inches of mine. “I just didn’t realize my girl was such an exhibitionist.”
When his lips touched mine I enjoyed the way his tongue skimmed over my lips, just before pushing through the barrier. His girl, the idea of that alone intrigued me more than I had ever allowed it to before. His, I had never been referred to as such by any other man. I didn't want to be, until now. The idea of being Ben’s was terrifying but for the first time I didn't feel myself panic.
His right hand caught mine and he linked his fingers with mine as he slowly linked his fingers with my own. Within seconds Ben was hovering above me with my hands pinned above my head by his. His left hand gently gliding over my hip, waist and the side of my bare breast. I could feel myself growing wet with the idea of him continuing on his journey.
“You drive me crazy with need,” Ben confessed only making it harder to hold back my own desire. The hardness of his erection was now nudging against my thigh., signifying his arousal. “I’ve never in my life met another woman who I’ve been this addicted too. Not just physically, Elizabeth,” he assures me.
I arch my neck, seeking his lips once more, needing his kiss.
Almost instantly my legs part and I wrap them around his was holding him securely, This movement triggers a deep moan to escape him just before he moves back from my body and then forward again, the head of his cock seeking out my warmth.
The moment he enters me, I forget all those insecurities and lost myself completely in the way his body moves against mine. It was as if we were meant to share this very thing, over and over. The idea that he was not wearing a condom didn’t faze me, I was protected and I trusted Ben to know he was keeping me safe. Feeling him like this, with nothing separating the feeling of his body to mine made this feeling inside me, the one deep in my heart, feel so very real.
“You feel so amazing,” he murmured as his moved in and out of me in a slow torturous pace. “Elizabeth,” the way my full name fell from his lips gave me the chills. “perfect.”
“I should probably stop,” his words sent a panic throughout me. “I should get a condom.”
“No,” the heels of my feet dig into his lower back as I hold him close, “pill.” I gasp as he pushes inside me so deep and remains there. “I’m on the pill, we’re good.”
There was absolutely no way I would allow him to stop now.
My back arched when he moves against me in slow quick strokes, massaging the one place inside of me that he seemed to have mastered after our first time together. “Oh yeah, just like that,” he encourages me reaching around with his left hand to grip my ass and arch my pelvis upward. “I need to feel you come,” he pants, “show me how good I make you feel.”
As if I could stop it.
The moment I felt my body begin to tremble and tighten around him, he moans out a deep pleasured sound. “Damn,” he groans driving into me harder and faster.
Together we ignite, both saying each other’s names over and over. Our bodies slick with perspiration, extreme pleasure ripping through us as we fall over the edge of bliss.
Chapter Thirteen
BEN
“Someone is really trying to get you to answer your phone,” I say still hovering above Elizabeth. I wasn't ready to let her go yet or let her escape actually. I had this fear that if I let her get to far away, she’d somehow find yet another excuse or reason as to why she and I couldn't be a couple.
“The phone calls are from Nicole and Elle,” she assured me, “they both have distinct ring tones. The text messages I am sure are from them too.”
“Do they think you’ve been kidnapped?”, I joke as I lean in a kiss her jaw, before moving along her neck.
“Elle knows where I’m at,” she says breathlessly. “Which I am sure is why she is calling.” I lightly suck on the side of her neck as she whimpers. “Details,” another gasp when I nipped at her collarbone with my teeth, “she, they, want details.”
I smiled at the idea of the three of them sitting around talking about me. “What’s my girl gonna tell them?”
I felt her body relax against mine as I continued to kiss and tease her. Chills covering her arms, just before a shiver runs through her.
“I am keeping this all to myself,” she confesses, “some things are meant to tuck away some place safe and be selfish with. I want to be selfish with you,” her words making my chest tightening for so many different reason. “I want you all to myself.”
“I’m all yours,” I assure her as she parts her legs a little wider and sends me a silent invite.
The moment I slide inside of her I take a moment to regain control, because my mind was spinning. I felt raw inside, both fear and excitement rolling around in massive waves within me.
Liz began to move against me, obviously needing me to move. Her hands wrapping around my waist as she grips my ass and uses them along with her feet to force me to move.
So demanding, I thought as I gave her what she needed and again we were lost to everything around us but each other.
***
“They’re alive,” I turn to my left and see Ryker jogging down the stairs with Tori in his arms. “Nicole and Elle were about to beat down the door to your place and drag out Liz themselves.”
Just then Liz pokes her head out of my apartment door. “Tell them to stop being so damn nosy.” She wore one of my t-shirts that hung to her knees. Her hair was in a wadded mess atop her head, caused by me tugging and twisting my fingers through it all night and throughout our morning. She looks fucking beautiful.
“Nosy, hell,” it was Nicole this time as she waddled down he steps behind Ryker. “You’re the nosy one. I remember the shit you pulled when Ryker and I first got back together and me calling you during your sex-capades with Ben is nothing compared to your pushy tactics.”
“Sex-capades?” I say as I look at Ryker and he shrugs.
“At least I didn’t use Ryker’s key and barge in on the two of you going at it.” Nicole said as she paused at the bottom of the steps in what looked like an attempt to catch her breath. Poor girl looked like she was carrying a watermelon under her flowing top. “Did you ever tell Ben about seeing Ryker’s bare ass up in the air?”
Elizabeth smiled throwing Ryker a wink and I then turned to Ryk.
“It’s true man,” he says with a smirk, “didn’t even faze her.”
“Nope,” Nicole confirmed. “She just leaned against the doorframe of my bedroom and told him he had great form.”
Liz began to laugh, “Why make an awkward situation worse?”
Something about the idea of her watching my best friend moving as he’s going at it with his girl was making me feel territorial. Fuck that.
“Don’t go getting all caveman,” Liz hollers out, “he’s got nothing on you babe. Your form is perfect.”
I shouldn't have smiled being compared to Ryker but the idea that she called me babe in front of the both of them, and that she willingly spoke of our time together without hesitation trump my jealousy for her seeing Ryker’s in action.
“Now get moving, my breakfast is getting cold.”
She didn't even pause for a reaction, only shut the apartment door and left us all to star after her.
“Breakfast?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah, she ordered from the restaurant down the road. I’m picking it up,” I said with my own smile as I moved around Ryker toward my truck.
“Breakfast sounds good,” I hear Nicole say.
“You just had breakfast less than an hour ago,” Ryker says with a laugh. “But if you want breakfast let’s get moving. We only have an hour before your dad is expecting us.”
That guy was such a sucker.
In record time I was to Bernie’s down the road and pulli
ng back into the apartment parking lot with food in hand. The idea of what was waiting for me at home was a great motivator.
Just as I open the front door to my apartment my phone began to ring. As I rushed inside Liz was there to take the bags. I sifted through my pocket and thought about ignoring the call completely until I saw it was Momma Gunther, Luke’s mom. A family I had grown close to over the years in the military, because they were so close to their son, and one of my best friends.
I hit send just before the final ring and lifted the phone to my ear. “Hey, Ms. Gunther.”
There was a silence just before a sniffle, and my heart felt like it sank.
“He’s gone,” two words, and I crumbled.
“What?” I asked aware of Liz now knelt at my side but unable to react to her touch. “How?”
Had he been deployed I wouldn’t have asked these question, but I knew he was in Florida. Luke had been reassigned to Florida shortly after I chose not reenlist. There was a difference between Thor and I, he was a lifer, I wasn’t. That guy had dreams of being the highest in command one day.
“Motorcycle accident,” Ms. Gunther finally answers and again my chest feel tight. “He was riding with a fellow soldier and they were on their way back to base. He said that he slowed down for a stop sign, but heard Luke coming in fast. It happened so quick, he ran the sign. Another car coming into the intersection had the right of way, and,” she couldn’t finish the sentence, but she didn't have to.
“We got the call early this morning,” she added as I hung my head. “We’re bringing him home tomorrow and I wanted to ask you and Ryker to be there.”
“Of course we will be,” I told her without hesitation. I knew answering for Ryker was okay in this instance because he wouldn't deny Ms. Gunther or Luke. He was our brother, and his loss was a hard one to swallow.
“You two boys are the closest things he had to brothers,” she added and it was then the tears sprung to my eyes.
“He was our brother too,” I said my voice sounding more like a hoarse whisper. “There will never be a day I won’t miss him.” It was the truth. Many of my memories over my time in the Marines involved Luke too.
